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| title = S is for Swimmer | | title = S is for Swimmer | ||
| author = William Henry Davies | | author = William Henry Davies | ||
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When I had crossed the hill at last, | When I had crossed the hill at last, | ||
And reached the water's brink, | And reached the water's brink, | ||
'For once, in all my life,' thought I - | 'For once, in all my life,' thought I - | ||
'I'll swim in water fit to drink. | 'I'll swim in water fit to drink. | ||
'In this calm lake, so clear and pure, | 'In this calm lake, so clear and pure, | ||
Which has no weeds or thorns, | Which has no weeds or thorns, | ||
I'll send a thousand small blue waves | I'll send a thousand small blue waves | ||
To butt the rocks with milk-white horns. | To butt the rocks with milk-white horns. | ||
'I'll laugh and splash till, out of breath, | 'I'll laugh and splash till, out of breath, | ||
My life is almost done; | My life is almost done; | ||
And all that's left is one wild hand | And all that's left is one wild hand | ||
Above me, clutching at the Sun!' | Above me, clutching at the Sun!' | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</div> | </div> | ||
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[[Category:William Henry Davies]] | [[Category:William Henry Davies]] | ||
[[Category:1925]] | [[Category:1925]] | ||
Latest revision as of 05:58, 30 March 2015
| S is for Swimmer written by William Henry Davies |
| From "A Poet's Alphabet", 1925 | Link to further information |
When I had crossed the hill at last,
And reached the water's brink,
'For once, in all my life,' thought I -
'I'll swim in water fit to drink.
'In this calm lake, so clear and pure,
Which has no weeds or thorns,
I'll send a thousand small blue waves
To butt the rocks with milk-white horns.
'I'll laugh and splash till, out of breath,
My life is almost done;
And all that's left is one wild hand
Above me, clutching at the Sun!'
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